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Soul Food


I'M SERVING FOOD FOR THOUGHT,ALL YOU CAN EAT,

OPEN YOUR SPIRIT AND RECEIVE THIS MEAT.

MAN SHOULD NOT LIVE BY BREAD ALONE,

ELEVATE FROM MILK AND LICK THE BONE,

KNOWLEDGE IS THE RICHES TO SEEK AND FIND,

NOW I SEE WHEN I ONCE WAS BLIND.

TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE NOT THE MAGAZINE,

SEE THE BIG PICTURE ON YOUR 5 INCH SCREEN.

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT IF YOU'RE AFRAID OF HEIGHTS,

TO THE SPACE AND BEYOND I'M TAKING MY FLIGHT.

FULL SPEED AHEAD I TRAVEL ON ASTRAL PLANE,

GUIDED BY THE LAY LINES TO MY DOMAIN.

OUT OF THIS WORLD AND INTO THE NEXT,

I WON'T BE BACK SO DON'T LEAVE ME A TEXT.

STOP,LOOK AND LISTEN,MAKE THE RIGHT TURN,

STAY IN YOUR LANE OR CRASH AND BURN.

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